When dealing with “fucking poltergeists” one should always use condoms. 
(sorry scott, but it was too good an opening)
What the heck is with all metaphysical threads in the last few days? I think we need Cecil to manifest or something…this is getting downright spooky.
You didn’t change your locks after your last break up, did you?
No, jayjay, I never saw the movie. Thanks for enlightening me.
{pretentious poo-pooing hijack}
Movie, shmovie, read the book by Stephen King if you want to be highly entertained and scared enough to go put the book in the freezer so you can go to sleep at night.{/pretentious poo-pooing hijack}
Yeah, which picture is the little ghost girl? I can’t tell.
I have to agree with reprise re: the fucking poltergeist thing. PLEASE practice safe sex. You could get PIV!!
Just to annoy you…
Hi, Opal! Ever hear of AIDS?!!!??!??!!!?!!?!?
HA HA HA! That’s excellent! I rarely laugh out loud at something on these boards, but you’ve done it!
Stupendous Man
Squish
I heard my keyboard typing at night and thought I had a ghost. It just turned out that my cats were surfing the internet.
How 'bout the fact that Videotron, because of yet another act of vandalism, went out again yesterday?
this thread needs you. NOW!
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=121909
Laur, honey… I don’t have cable… :eek:
Why is it only people who believe in poltergeists/ghosts/whatever have experiences with them. Is it just that they leave all the non-believers alone? Are we not worth their time to try to convert? I’m jealous!
Could it possibly be more evil than scott?
I could not let that one pass.
Everytime it happened to me in that apartment, the cats were in their usual places: curled up sound asleep on the bed. I checked.
Actually, I’ve heard many anecdotes from self-professed non-believers who were converted by an experience they had. On the other hand, there are people who will insist on a prosaic explanation for things, even if they never puzzle out what that explanation is. For those people, there can be no hope.
[Cue dismal, depressing music]
Cessandra, thank you for linking my page! That is so great!
Sorry I didn’t get back sooner but I work weekends and don’t get online until Mondays.
The little girl is in black and white in the picture of the baby in the yard. She is on the fence line where the support meets and makes a T.
Her chin looks like it’s on the rail. You might be able to see her better in the cropped picture.
That and if you look to the left just under where the fence runs you can see a shadow figure.
And I can’t remember if I included the outline of the word “help” in the yard.
I’ll have to take another peek
I too, am a skeptic. I can’t explain why these things happened, I can only tell you what I saw.
I lived in an apt. where the previous owner had killed his wife & her lover after catching them in the act, and then hanged himself in the attic. There was one ceiling beam in the attic that looked like a rope had worn away some of the wood, but I can’t be sure.
Anyway, neither my roommate nor any of my friends would go near the attic. My roommate wouldn’t even walk past it if she could avoid it. I stored things up there, so I would go up occassionally. Stuff was always moved around, but just slightly. Like, a box that had been upright would be tipped over.
One day, roomie asked if I had seen a small porcelain bird she kept “for luck” in her room. I hadn’t, until I went to the attic later in the day. It was on the floor beneath that worn-away beam. EEK!
I have another ghost story, but it’s way too long to post. Maybe another time.
Please please pleeeeaaaasssseeee tell us your story. Ghost stories facinate me to no end.
I believe that my apartment is/was haunted. My younger sister’s father (we have different dad’s) passed away a few years ago due to a heroin overdose. Toward the end, the drugs had taken over what used to be a wonderful man and turned him into a horrible person. I think he “came back” to tell my family that he was sorry for how he treated us.
Things mysteriously went missing all the time. Books, stuffed animals, etc. would go missing for hours only to turn up in the middle of the floor, or in one case, the middle of my bed.
Caps to spray bottles (the pump ones, not aerosole) suddenly went missing. Every single spray bottle in the apartment over a period of about a month would suddenly lose it’s pump.
I found out only a few weeks ago that my sister’s father hated those pump bottles. He was a hair dresser and used only aerosole cans.
DoperChic: Have you ever been to [this site](http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/#real ghost)? The stories there are presented as submitted, so the spelling/grammar is sometimes atrocious; but if you like reading ghost stories, there’s plenty to keep you awake nights.